We live our lives from day to day,

Some are sad and some are gay.

We oft forget, that others too,

Cannot live the lives we do.

For they have no food, they cannot feel,

The joy of eating a well-cooked meal.

Their clothes are rags, their bodies thin.

They've no chance to recover, from the state they're in.

They need our help, for them to sew,

The crops, which make their bodies grow.

And, even more important still,

They need an everlasting will.

To till the ground, with machinery,

That could come as a gift, from you and me.

So that, as each day goes slowly by,

Their own resources multiply.

And only then can we truly say,

That their lives will improve, in every way.

Their joy and hope will be plain to see.

Thanks to you and thanks to me!  

  By Stan Dandeliver.  

Author: Trevor Durbidge   Copyright © 2001 [TJD].   All rights reserved.  Revised: October 30, 2007 .

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